“What? I was just gonna say how dashing you look.” I can’t stop the laugh that escapes me, but I immediately throw my hand over my mouth, trying to hide that it happened.
“Are you folks ready to go?” the staff member asks, interrupting this very funny moment.
“We’re ready.” Ryker steps in line next to me with a smile on his face. I can see the discomfort he’s hiding underneath, but knowing the lengths this man went to, to see me happy, warms my heart.
“We’ve already gone over the safety information. If you don’t have any questions, walk to the center of the room and we’ll take it from there. You’ll be in the air for six minutes. Feel free to hold hands or not. Either way, it’s totally fine.”
Ryker grabs my hand and leads me to the center of the room, just like we’ve been instructed. “Are you ready, sweet girl?”
My stomach does a flip as nervousness sets in and my hands start to tremble.
“I–I’m… yeah.”
“Hold onto me,” he directs as he reaches for my hands. “I’ve got you.”
Seconds later, our bodies are horizontal as we’re flung into the air, flying like we just jumped from a plane. The strong wind inside the tunnel is loud, whooshing all around us and I’m suddenly grateful they made us wear earplugs. I look at Ryker and my eyes light up. Is that what my face looks like too? I can’t control the laughter that escapes me as I watch my Dominant… indoor skydiving in that ridiculous getup. His mouth is open wide enough, he has to have swallowed a lot of air by now. Then there’s his face. He looks boneless as his lips and cheeks flop around like they don’t know where they’re supposed to go or what they’re supposed to be doing. His face is so contorted, he’s almost unrecognizable. But I’d recognize those baby blues anywhere.
We’re still holding hands, but the force of the air that’s keeping us afloat is actively threatening to break our grip. I look around me and imagine I’m surrounded by blue skies, then I close my eyes and allow myself to feel every sensation. The whip of the wind against my skin, the sound of the air rushing by.
When I finally open my eyes, he’s staring right at me. Time has to be standing still because there’s no way we haven’t been up here for more than six minutes, but as soon as that thought crosses my mind, the wind dies down and we’re placed gentlyback on the ground. Both our chests heave as we stand there, gazing at one another, refusing to break our hold.
“That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced,” I admit, not wanting to break eye contact with him.
“Itwaspretty great.” He grins, then pulls me to his chest and leans down and locks his lips with mine. It’s not until we hear clapping and cheering that we finally break apart. “Let’s get out of these fucking jumpsuits and get some dinner, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I answer softly.
44
Arabella
Ryker and I have settled into an oddly comfortable routine, rotating between working at the club, domestic everyday life, and him literally fucking my brains out. Seriously, I’m dumber for at least an hour or two after we finish. The other day, he tied my arms and legs to a spanking bench that I didn’t even know he had, and alternated fucking my mouth and pussy for an hour, forcing more orgasms from me than I could count. He made me enthusiastically beg for everyone. I did–obviously, although I’m pretty sure the last one came from a place of pure exhaustion and a basic need for him to fill me with his hot cum. Apparently, I have a cum kink. Who knew?
Today is a much needed day of rest. We both have a Saturday off from the club, although he owns half the place, so I’m not sure why he can’t just take a day off whenever he wants.
He calls it responsibility.
I call it working too hard.
If I want a weekend night off, I have to go to Hayes. Thankfully, he likes me, so it’s not that hard. I’m going to missthe money, though. I’ve been able to save almost enough to get a nicer place if I wanted. When this was temporary. Is it still temporary? I’m not so sure I know anymore.
“Are you ready to go, sweet girl?” Ryker asks as he wraps his arms around me from behind, pulling me backwards into his firm chest.
The plan is to make dinner together and watch a movie. I picked dinner and he picked the movie. The bastard won’t tell me what he chose, though. How is that fair? He knows what I chose to make for dinner, Dorito crusted chicken with baked potatoes and green beans. The least he could do is tell me his pick.
“I am ready. I’m also very excited for the greenest of beans we get to eat tonight,” I sass and he rolls his eyes in disgust. “Hey, we agreed you pick the movie and I pick dinner. Rules are rules–Sir.” He’s the one that loves rules, so he can’t even punish me for that. He knows I’m right.
We pull up to the grocery store twenty minutes later and the look of disgust on his face is prominent. “Remind me, again, why we didn’t just have them delivered?”
“Because it’ll be fun to go shopping together,” I explain. “I’ve never had someone to do this with.”
His face relaxes. I need this and I have a feeling he knows it. He steps out of the car and walks to open my door. A Daddyanda gentleman. I’m not usually so turned on by acts of kindness without at least a little sexual innuendo, but everything this man does has me panting for him. As hard as it is to accept, I know he likes taking care of me and for once, I want that too.
“What do we need?” he asks, grabbing a shopping cart. It’s adorable seeing him push the clunky metal cart on wheels. I’d give anything to take a picture of this simple moment so I can remember it forever.
I link my arm with his as we fall in step together. “Let’s see. Chicken breast, parmesan cheese, eggs, flour, green beans, potatoes,” I list off as I mentally recall each item we need. “Oh… and Doritos, of course.”
We work our way around the store, gathering items as we come by them and I’m hit with a wave of nervousness that he won’t like the dinner I make him.
